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Chapter 10
I had the most wonderful dream. I was on the beach, on a private isle, just off the coast of Australia. I've always dreamed about going to Australia. The gorgeous beaches, the beautiful coral reef, the clear skies, and the best part...the accents. Those Australian accents get me every time I hear one.
Anyways, I was on the isle, walking out into the water. The ocean was so clear, and you could see everything that was normally hidden in the depths of the sea. It was so warm, and there was a slight wind that kept it from getting too hot. Everything looked and felt perfect. It seemed too go to be true. And it was. Go figure.
I woke up feeling somewhat refreshed, but not quite back to normal. I needed a long, hot shower, and then I would feel complete again. At least for a while.
I slowly got up and stretched. My arms cracked at the elbow, I gave my ankles a little twist until they cracked, and cracked my back. I know they say it's bad, but I don't believe it. I just don't believe that someone can get permanent injuries from releasing air bubbles from between their limbs.
Walking over to the closet, I gave extra care to watching where I was walking. I was still half asleep, anything could happen.
I picked out a modest outfit, a tank top, sweater, and a pair of jeans. Today I was going to relax whether I wanted to or not. I needed to let go of as much stress as possible. This much stress isn't healthy. But then again, neither is living with a psycho.
As much as I hated to admit it, I really did love this bathroom. It was humongous, and absolutely gorgeous. The shower felt like drops of rain from heaven falling onto my skin and washing away all my troubles. It brought me temporary relief from everything that has happened. It gave me a short period of pure bliss, something I missed and needed terribly. It all ended too soon.
I knew I had to get out as soon as I heard a door slam shut, but I was scared to. My peaceful bubble was painfully popped; the real world was waiting just outside the bathroom door.
After about five more minutes, when I couldn't hear anything else, I shut off the shower and dressed quickly. I brushed my hair and my teeth, then braced myself. Time to face my reality.
The door opened slowly and gave a little squeak. The bedroom filled with large clouds of steam from the bathroom, slightly blocking my view. I could barely make out his figure sitting on the bed, waiting patiently. I made my way over to the side opposite him and tentatively sat down. If I was going to be uncomfortable, I might as well be sitting down for it.
We sat in silence for a while getting used to each others presence. It wasn't all that awkward, surprisingly.
It had been about fifteen minutes before he spoke.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Like you care." It came out calm, almost sounding emotionless.
"Believe it or not-"
"Not."
"-I do care." He continued through my interruption. Maybe he did care, but not about me. "You don't know how I feel."
"Pretty ironic, don't you think?"
Again, he went on as if I never spoke. "We can keep having this talk, Isabella, but you know I love you. You know I do."
"Unfortunately."
"But that wasn't why I came in here. First, you must be hungry." Actually, I wasn't that hungry. I could use a snack, maybe, but I wasn't starving. "I brought you some fruit and a sandwhich."
"Lovely."
"How about 'thank you."
"You're welcome." Now it was getting better. He was fun to try and rile up. Granted, it probably wasn't smart, but who told you I was smart?
"You're impossible." He was so easily frustrated. Too easy, really. Where was the fun in that?
"Hmm. So is escaping. And world peace. Low gas prices...not even close. The list of impossibilities could go on forever. Why should I be any different?"
"Good question. So, changing the subject, work was interesting."
"Really? I would never had known. Literally. There is no way I could possibly know anything other than these four walls."
"Actually, there's at least twelve walls." My expression must have clued him in to my confusion. "You should include the bathroom and closet."
"Don't ruin my pouting. You have no right." Jerk.
"I have every right, baby. I can make you think and feel however I want you to. Don't make me prove it." Loser. Yeah, I'm not above name calling.
"Not a chance in hell." Moron.
"You know you want me to."
"Fuck you." Asshole.
"Oh, baby, don't you wish I would. And I have." That fucking cheesy grin. I could smack it right off. In fact, I started to. But then he had to go a ruin that. Surprise, surprise. What a shocker.
"Don't even try."
"Too late." Obviously. He was starting to get on my last nerve. So much for a stress free day. Again, go fucking figure.
"Well, since you're not up for company, how about I leave you for a bit. I'll be back shortly. I have some errands to run. Don't continue to do anything stupid. I'll be waiting if you do."
What the fuck ever. My day was already ruined. Thanks again.
He got up and left without another word. I decided to read a book. Surely there would be something in here of interest.
I picked out "Whistling in the Dark". It sounded interesting enough.
A while later, I was laying down and slowly drifting off. In the distance I could barely hear a slamming car door, and I think there was yelling. Little did I know, the best was yet to come.
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I was startled by a loud slam and some yelling. For some reason it was right outside my door. Why on Earth did he have to have a full out screaming contest with someone right by my room?
Sometime during my internal complaining he had ended his phone call. Then the door was thrown open with a bang against the wall.
"You little bitch! Did you think I wouldn't find out? What the hell did you think you were doing?"
"Well hello to you too. Now what the hell are you talking about you insensitive jerk?"
"Don't play dumb with me! You know damn well what happened!"
"Oh, my bad. Why don't I just use my magic mind reading skills to find out the situation. Sound good to you?"
"Shut up! Just tell me how you did it!"
"Well that's hard to do if I can't talk, now isn't it?"
"God Damnit! Just answer me!"
"First of all, you have no right to speak to me this way. And second, I already told you! I have no frickin' clue what you are talking about! Are you really that dense? How could I do anything if I've been locked in this God forsaken room all day long? Have you completely lost you're mind?"
He stood there thinking for a few seconds, then opened his mouth to speak again.
"Pack a bag. Just the necessities. We're leaving."
"What? Hell no. Why are we leaving? And you can't just expect me to do anything without a valid reason first. I demand some answers!"
"Well you aren't going to get any! So shut the hell up and grab some clothes! Trust me, you wouldn't want me to pack your bag for you."
Realizing he was probably right, I wouldn't trust him enough to do that, I started to pack. Just in case I did have to go with, but definitely not without a fight
I was determined to get some answers. I had only been here for a few weeks and we were already leaving. That could only mean a few things. One, surprise vacation. Highly unlikely from the way he's acting. Second, he doesn't want anyone snooping in his house if he has company. He can't keep denying people from moving around his home if they are familiar with the place. That would be rude and suspicious. Or third, he thinks someone knows or is suspicious. That is the most logical and probably the real answer. Good news for me, bad for him. Which would further explain his mood.
"Did someone find out something?"
"You really don't know?"
"I already told you I didn't. You should know I can't lie. After all, you did know just about everything else about me."
"True. But how else could anyone find out? But no. No one really knows. I've had some strange encounters at work though, so I don't want to take any chances. People have been giving me strange looks and whisper when I leave a room, but stop talking completely when I enter. Someone said something, and people are letting their imaginations run wild. I can't let that happen. I've worked far to hard to get you to lose you this soon."
"I think I should be flattered by that last statement, but considering my severe hatred for you, I'm rather repulsed by it.
Soon after then sentence left my mouth, I was pushed back onto the bed with my hands pinned beside me head.
"Honey, we both know that is a bold faced lie."
"It is not. You just refuse to believe that a female may actually be disgusted by someone like you. You're too vain."
"Baby, do we need to replay our time in the closet? I know you enjoyed our kiss, and I know you would love to do it again, but now isn't the time. How about this; I promise to kiss you like that again after we reach our destination."
"Hell will never be could enough."
"Nothing will be feeling cold when I'm done with you." Damn his stupid smirk, once again making an appearance on his face.
"And now you can't say I didn't warn you. Since you refuse to finish packing, I'll grab the last items."
"No! Go finish your packing. I can take care of this."
"No need to worry, I've already got mine taken care of. This will be fun." For some reason I highly doubted that statement. I tried arguing back and pushing him away. I tried throwing in my own choices of clothing, and I even kicked him, but he never stopped. He had his back turned for a few minutes, so I attempted to take some of his clothing choices and switch them out for my own, but he turned back too quickly and stopped me before I got two steps away.
Let's just say his clothing choices (or lack thereof) weren't exactly something I was comfortable with. This trip was going to be miserable. I hoped we were going somewhere warm. I'll need it if he plans on me wearing any of those things.
"Come on. Come on! We have to go! Now!"
"Sheesh, give me a minute, I'm coming."
"Then hurry the hell up. We have to go!"
"I think you're being over dramatic. I doubt anyone really knows anything. Why can't we stay? Maybe some girl just threw out another office rumor that she slept with you. That's a lot more likely."
He just glared at me and pushed me out of the door. I was actually leaving that room for the first time in what felt like forever, but was really only a week at most.
He ushered me out to his enormous garage and into the farthest car. I was black, a very common color so it would be inconspicuous. It was a Mercedes Benz, so at least that wasn't too common. Maybe someone would recognize his car and stop him. One could only hope.
"There's more to this trip than just suspicious morons who live in this pathetic town."
"Oh really? And what could that possibly be? Is the fair coming? That would be exciting!" Before anyone asks, no I am not really excited about the fair. Actually, the people who work for them kind of freak me out. They are way to creepy for me to trust.
"Hmmm...How could I state this so you won't freak out? Well, I probably can't. So, question is, slow and steady, or like a band-aid? Tough decisions. But you don't handle suspense well. So just for the fun of it, I'll break it to you slowly." Edward let out a small laugh and looked over to me before reaching into the glove box to pull our some rope and a blind fold. Of course.
"You can't be serious." I guess he was. He made quick work of tying my hands together and then tying them above me head and back between the seat and the headrest, wrapping it through them and around them many times before covering my eyes. He finally started the car and exited his garage.
"Thanks for your concern for me. Glad to know you care."
"Great. Anyways, think of...white. That should be more than enough information for you. Have fun guessing for the rest of our trip, because I won't offer any more hints. I'd rather you attack me after we get to where we are going."
"Lovely. Of course I wouldn't like this idea. Well how about I sleep on it until we get there rather than stress over something that will probably be insignificant once I figure out the meaning. Any problems?" I didn't wait for an answer, and instead tried to get as comfortable as possible in my position before attempting to sleep.
I thought I heard a mumbled "It is most definitely a big deal, princess," before I drifted into a fitful slumber for the remaining drive. I had the strangest dreams throughout the drive, one of which involved a young child, who looked nothing like me but I loved him as if he were my own.
I never expected the incredible truth I received when we arrived at our new cabin. I was going to fight this for all I was worth. I'll be damned if he thought we'd be married like this. Especially to him and without my consent.
God give me strength, I'm going to need it if I want to survive this hell that I'm sure to be in.
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